[ She is floundering, completely out of her depth. Just saying anything aloud, it feels like making assumptions she shouldn't, kindling sparks of hope for something she doesn't truly understand but wishes to. It frightens her in a way monsters do not. ]

You know far more than I do in this realm, Jaskier. I do not doubt that.

[ She's been drinking all night trying to get relaxed enough to stop worrying, and to stop being so anxious about how loud and bright and unfamiliar everything is. Alina probably won't like it. She hadn't known-- but it'd be even more uncomfortable now to try to do anything but wait. They agreed on a time coming up fairly soon. Ciri is excited to see how her costume has turned out. Honestly, just excited to see... her.

It's a good thing overindulging in drink in the Horizon just makes one drunker and not sick or she'd be in trouble by now. Which means that lightheaded feeling coming over her is probably something else.

Ciri presses her forehead to Jaskier's shoulder. ]

What if I'm making a mistake? She was just being kind to me. I shouldn't have assumed it meant anything.

[ She'd spent far too long parched for kindness and company in the past. It's easy to misread, to see what one wants to see where there is nothing. Easy to get hurt. ]